She already was settled into the Abaven lands, satisfied with her choice of specialty. Never had she enjoyed the thrill of adrenaline, and would only wish upon battle should others be put at risk, such as young life, unable to defend themselves. She had already found a den in the pride's lands, one located in Monument Rapids, a overhang of rock that was enclosed on all sides except the opening, a small cave. Within, there were several smaller and cracked rocks, an excellent place to store some herbs, however there were other places for herbal essences, as she feared crushing them by simply rolling over in her sleep. To counteract this action, she had found another smaller cave, one apt for an adult her size to fit inside, with enough light to filter through and allow her to find the correct essences in a swift notice. She had nosed rocks from the rapids into the den to allow for more storage, and had found some assorted branches upon the ground, placing them upon the floor, to allow for cushion in both her sleeping den and herb den. Already, she had explored elsewhere and found various herbs, such as some Elderberry, Dandelion, and Lamb's Ear, some bass-ic herbs. ( I can't stop doing that. Thanks Eve and Tea. xD ) To store these medicines and keep them fresh. she would either wrap them within large leaves, or in strips of bark from an old oak she regularly visited.
Her mocha cloak brightened as she backed out of her herbal den, having fathered some Elderberry, whose purpose was to strengthen one's immune system, which was what fought against deadly poisons, such as the sort that came from the bites of venomous snakes that so violently ran across the lands of Abaven. She had already been bitten by one in her tail, unwary of the fact of snakes living in the lands. She was lucky it had not been venomous, as at the time, there was no Elderberry in her stocks as of yet. Now, she prepared for the venomous of bites, as well as those that were harmless against a wolf, which still could become infected. Mismatched orbs were settled upon the leaf on the smooth stone she sat upon. Enclosed, was a pawful of Elderberries and various clumps of moss and several leaves of Lamb's Ear. Sweeping over the essences, she memorized their names and how to use them together; first getting the victim of the venomous bite to consume the elderberries, to help strengthen their immune system, then to give them a herb for fever induced by poisoning, and use moss soaked in water to clean the bite, as well as to keep the wolf cooled down, then apply lamb's ear as a simple bandage, to keep the wound clean and free of debris, as many bites induced by the Abaven wolves that had yet to come to their home would likely be near their feet, being as snakes are low-lying creatures. She was not worried about snakes now, however. It was early in the morning, and the reptiles only slithered out in the heat of daylight, to sun, and strike at any unsuspecting wolves. She almost did want to be bitten by a venomous subspecies of the vile slugs, to test if her mixture would work, but she would not risk her own life, the Abaven pack needed her, as she was currently the only creature interested in the art of healing.
As the sound of a twig snapping and a scent wafted toward her coal maw, she would nose the essences back together, and bite the leaf bundle shut, and pad toward her herbal den, to stow away the mixture for later use, for the sound of an approaching creature could mean danger, and she might have to give flight or fight. Devils roamed Alacritia, seeking to wreak havoc on all who stood in their path, but not Abaven. Swiftly, she tossed the bundle of herbs into her overhang, neatly landing it on a rock in the center, to easily grab if needed, should this stranger be wounded or poisoned by the vile slugs upon the ground. Mocha toned ears were alert, pricked skyward, mismatched orbs focused intently upon the undergrowth, but she relaxed, her stature failing to speak of dominance, as the scent of wolf drifted upon her maw once more, all familiar and knowing to her. Mismatched orbs softened as her inky lips parted, to allow simple greetings to pass to the familiar wolf, one who spoke of family. "Hello, Bass!" Upon her inky lips, a warm smile spread. allowing her sibling a lighter and more playful side of her she rarely let anyone outside of her family see. Her mocha pelt shone against the stone she stood upon, the rising sun catching in her cloak, creating an outline of light about her. Her stilts folded, to create a seat for her, as she beckoned for her brother to come closer, if he was able to see her, hopefully having heard her call.
"Speech"
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